#oc: angel mercer

[sodonelite]

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me…

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Some OC art that I’m really proud of! I spent a lot of time on this taking advice from friends and trying out some new techniques with coloring, so now all can bear witness to another one of my demon OCs.

#digital art #siobhan arts #art #drawing #demon oc #demon pirate #pirate #please if you see this and like it i would really appreciate a rb #according to procreate i spent a total of 32hrs and 7min actively working on this #and it’s one of my best pieces so far #ftr this is Mercer (he/she) and he’s a Prince of Envy #and head over heels in love with her lust demon girlfriend who im sketching atm #another character to add to the colorful cast of the universe we call #ccu #Corrupted Cinematic Universe #The Corrupted #even though it’s not cinematic it just roles off the tongue #anyways its just demons in hell and witches and angels sometimes i guess #it’s our little blorbo dollhouse :) #anyways i hope u like ty for reading this and also for looking at my art

[hopefulstarfire]

Hi since I've been rereading the YuGiOh manga and having a grand ole time, here's my ocs

Katherine "Kat" Mercer. Also goes by Kat Pegasus in the Dueling circles. She/her. She's Cecelias little sister, who, after losing her sister and parents (separate incidents, all in the same year), she's taken in and raised by her brother in law. Takes off to Domino on her own after Duelist Kingdom. Baker of cookies. Very girly and loves games and things that match her aesthetics. Would destroy anyone who crosses her emotionally but also claw their eyes out. Sometimes questionable taste in men. Ultimately ends up with Kaiba, though she had been in a relationship with Bakura.

Iris McGinnis. She/her. A nursing student working two iobs to help support herself, her Mom and her little brother. Is Nesbitts illegitimate daughter and she despises her Dad. Met the Kaiba brothers bc he tried arranging a marriage between her and Seto and now they're friends but they would rather jump out of a plane into the ocean than marry each other. Dry humor and wit, kind of blunt, very bad at processing and expressing her emotions. Also enjoys gardening. Ends up with Alister.

Maddox Griffin (with fantastic art by my dear amazing friend @kohakuhime). He/him. Maddox is the oldest of the three and was childhood friends with Max and Cecelia, so he looks out for Kat. He works for his family's security company and was trained by his ex-CIA Dad and MMA fighter Mom in various forms of combat. He is a single Dad of twin girls named Dahlia and Dinah, and he's raised them on his own since they were a month old when their Mom just left their lives. Good hearted, looks out for everyone but can admit when he himself needs help. Pretty chill but is also a total dork and is bad with working through romantic feelings. This becomes especially obvious in his crisis of realizing he's got a fat crush on Rishid.

#yugioh ocs #ocs #ygo #yugioh #my ocs #also kat and maddox have past lives #kats was a priestess in the court that got charmed and fell in love with tkb #and maddoxs was a magician and good friends with mahaad and mana. also his ka was magician of black chaos #kat duels with a plant themed deck using plant princesses and some rose cards #iris uses cyber angels #and maddox uses magicians #i could talk about these guys for hours #bw kohaku and i so much about their stories have been made #there are aus #we have so many incorrect quotes #also; they absolutely love ellie. kat thinks of ellie as one of her best friends #this needed to be stated #iris mcginnis #kat mercer #mason griffin

[littleladymab]

OC in 15

HELLO NEW TAG GAME tagged by @wintherlywords thank you!

Rules: Share 15 lines of dialogue from an OC that capture their character, personality, or vibe. Bonus points for using dialogue without other scene details, but you’re free to include those as well!

Sorry for any of the formatting looking funky I gotta run but wanted to get this up before heading off to gaming!

I'm doing this for Best Girl Ayn Starling -- it's a combination of stuff from her POV, her texts, the blog she writes, and from other character's POV

Please consider this an open tag!

“What makes you think I know?” Both Ming and Carmel give me A Look, and I release a sigh and an overly dramatic shrug. “Okay, so, I do, but I don’t like that you automatically assume that I do.” 

If it’s a come-on, he’s getting docked for such an obvious line. He is handsome though, in a sort of I played Hamlet in a college production sort of way, with dark, artfully styled hair, amber eyes that look like they could use another dose of caffeine, and tinted glasses perched on a broad, flat nose. Not to mention, he’s somehow managing to pull off all black without making it look weird, even though his natural tan speaks of an indoor pallor.  Oh, yeah, he’s definitely the type to hold a skull and Alas, poor Yorick me. It’s fine, I could be into it.

I would be that person in the library until they have to drag me out kicking and screaming. Silently, of course, because it’s still a library. 

From: Ayn Starling  I understand that, but I’m also going to ask that you respect me as a person and consider, maybe, answering me properly.  From: Ayn Starling  Maybe not now, and not about this, but at one point.  From: Ayn Starling  I’ll let you decide what to do about Zone because you’re right, he isn’t my concern.  From: Ayn Starling  Everything else is up to you.

“Christ, I hope that there’s not more than one Jonas Quinn.”

“I turned thirteen and you gave me some of your whiskey. You told her that you thought it would be funny.”

And, with equal angelic poise, Ayn answers, “Of course not. I don’t think you peg many women.” 

“Holy shit, Lysander, she made me do them until I left the house. I know she had her own plans for you when you lived with us, trying to clean you up and turn you into a functioning member of society and all that, but I was being groomed to be a miniature version of her. She was probably secretly arranging a marriage between one of my father’s coworker’s sons or something.”

 My fellow citizens: We speak for those who cannot. The voice of the hallows and haunts. The voice of the abandoned, the lost, the forgotten — all hope abandon ye who enter here.  We will not be silenced. We will not be cowed, corralled, cornered.

“Someone is calling out ALICE — specifically, the Program Manager — on their approach to the game,” Ayn adds. She turns to Fletcher, eager, since he understood her reference. “We were promised a way out of this city, right? Then why play a game when they should be that benevolent being and let us go without having to participate in their missions?”

“I thought...” The fingers of her free hand drum over the ceramic surface of the mug, revealing the logo in flashes. “I thought that I could be good enough for you this time.”

“Do you think what we’re doing is even worth it?” Her hand lifts and gestures to the shop around us — to the rest of Eminence. “Meliora. This is beyond you and me, I think. We never... We are two different shapes that tried to fit together.”

“I thought it was obvious, Darling,” she says with a pretty smile that is altogether very sweet and dangerous. “I want the people of Eminence to start fighting back.”

“I’m mad because we’re still fighting. Are you angry because I’m not wearing any pants?” 

Having chosen to participate in Meliora has proven to ALICE, to Patrick Mercer, to everyone reading this blog, that you were worthy. Not only of the truth or a way out, but worthy of being able to make your own choices.  You made the right decision, whatever it was.  No matter what has happened over these past few months, never, ever, regret that. 

#sine die #a lil miss original #lil miss writings #tag game #writeblr

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, January 19

Drusilla lowers the stake and takes the few steps over to Buffy. DRUSILLA: Happy Birthday, Buffy.

~~Surprise~~ Happy Birthday today to Buffy Anne Summers, who turns 43!

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Home Again by apachefirecat (PG-13)

Advanced Epidemiology by Derbil_McDillet (Riley/Sam Finn, Community xover, T)

Experimental Procedures by MadeInGold (Spike/Walsh, E)

The Wonder of the Curse part 4 by Illyrian (unrated)

A to Z Drabbles - A week: untitled by NotASlayer (Anya, unrated)

mini fic for 1x05 Never Kill a Boy on the First Date by caricature-of-fic (Buffy, Willow, G)

mini fic #2 for 1x05 Never Kill a Boy on the First Date by caricature-of-fic (Angel G)

[you rested your forehead against Rupert's...] by iobsessoverfictionalmen (Giles/reader, Wonder Woman xover, unrated)

Play that Song Again by EllieRose101 (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Hello? by Dusty (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Ch. 409 by madimpossibledreamer (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure xover, T)

Forgiveness - Ch. 17 by slaymesoftly (unrated)

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips - Ch. 1-19 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, G)

A tale of lost souls - Ch. 2-3 by Bl4ckHunter (Faith, Angel, ensemble, Arrow xover, T) COMPLETE!

Something Borrowed - Ch. 1 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Constellations - Ch. 2 by Maxineeden (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Rebehold the Stars (Love from the Other Side of the Apocalypse) - Ch. 4 by Asokatanos (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs - CH. 19 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy - Ch. 17 by slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, R)

Goodbye to Everything That I Knew - Ch. 17 by fortes775 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Destiny or Choices Made? - Ch. 43 by charmed4lifekaren (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Neighbor's Point of View - Ch. 78 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG)

In The Dark With You - Ch. 27 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Valhalla Can Wait - Ch. 3 by TraceColburn (OCs, FR18)

Dawn Rising by Luna (Buffy, LOTR xover, FR15)

Clean Slate - Ch. 5 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs - Ch. 19 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

It's Easy Time, Until It's Not - Ch. 12 by hulettwyo (Buffy/Spike, G)

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy - Ch. 17 by Slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Grapevine - Ch. 13 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Manip: Made an edit for Buffy's birthday! by MX101 (Buffy, worksafe)

Craft: Hi! I made a Buffy patch :) by TheVilliriated936 (worksafe)

Artwork: more Buffy rewatch doodles :) by strawberri-draws (Buffy, Spike, Willow, Xander, worksafe)

Artwork: I got to the ‘will you be slaying’ bit that I’ve only seen as a meme by onairwithnobody (worksafe)

Artwork: uhh redraw of that one comic panel. you know the one. by genericaces (Buffy/Angel/Spike, NSFW)

Gifset: JULIE BENZ as DARLA --Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997-2003) --Angel the Series (1999-2004) by whatisyourchildhoodtrauma (Darla, worksafe)

Gifset: season seven ↦ xander & willow by starryeyesxx (Xander, Willow, worksafe)

Gifset: season seven ↦ buffy & giles by starryeyesxx (Buffy, Giles, worksafe)

Gifset: Why exactly can't we damage this Polka thing's arms? by allsonargent (Buffy, ensemble, worksafe)

Fanvid: Wesley&Lilah | My Tears Ricochet by mercer-queen (Wesley/Lilah)

Fanvid: You and me, baby ain’t nothing but mammals by isevery0nehereverystoned (Buffy/Spike)

Fanvid: Everyone: He can't get in trouble if we don't involve him. Xander: Challenge accepted! by paranormallyshiny (Xander)

Manip: Les Fleurs by all choseny (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Manip: Les Fleurs by all choseny (Buffy/Spike, G)

[Reviews & Recaps]

BTVS Rewatch Chronicles: Season 1 by QualifiedApathetic

Best seasons ranked worst to best , according to IMDb by GraxelDeBaudre

I've just rewatched season 7 and it's the first time I've really enjoyed it by xboxg4mer

Angel Top 5 Favorite Episodes by Khalesssi_Slayer1

[Recs & In Search Of]

ISO: anon seeks BTVS roleplay, like the post via prpfs

February Fangfest Fic Rec: A-Hunting We Will Go by brutti_ma_buoni

[Fandom Discussions]

there should have been more play on Buffy and Spike both dyeing their hair by amandamonroe

how the Big Bads [some] are straight-up loving individuals... by shanie-the-komania-toyaddict and peppermintquartz

Why didn't Buffy stake Spike in 'Beneath You'? updated by NoShip

Wesley and Fred- Too Manipulative? by Priceless

In honor of Buffy's birthday, what's your favorite Buffy Birthday episode? by katywell

BtVS Characters: Where are they now? by 702Things

Angel & Co never re-ensouled Harmony... Did they just assume it wouldn't make a difference? by alrtight

About Chosen and the comics by debujandobirds

Dog Breeds I think Giles would have by CoffeeMilkLvr

This Hunchback of Notre Dame discussion in Crush (s5 e14) is definitely Spike coded right? by Suspicious-Thing5215

For the ladies: what does the show Buffy have to say about womenhood? by Upbeat_Orchid8451

Magick and drugs by mistajc

POLL: What is your favorite genre in BTVS? by hthbellhop76

Why can slayers see the future at all? by Tsole96

Mirrors [symbolism and parallels] by Girlthatbreathes

Why did it take me 26 years to realize Dr. Gregory was a virgin? by Daddygeek84

WTF just happened in this Angel season 3 episode? [Angel's actions esp towards Wesley] by Eagles56

Does anyone remember Merl? [ATS] by Simple-Ceasar

Gangsta's Paradise [cringiest ATS moments] by ReallyGlycon

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

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[sunbentsky-archived]

Hi hello 🤠 I have a solid chunk of my new muse list figured out, but I'm on the fence about a couple of muses, some old that didn't see much interaction and some brand new. Here's the provisory list, with the last two groups being the ones I'm uncertain about. So, please help a fella decide and vote on this poll with which muses you'd like to see. You can select as many as you like, but I'll go with the top choices. Thank you!! 🧡

NOT GOING ANYWHERE EVEN IF I WANTED THEM TO:

Saskia - canon, the witcher

Letho - canon, the witcher

Oles - oc, the witcher

Villen - canon, the witcher

Bogdan - oc, red dead redemption / western

Ecaterina - oc, red dead redemption / western

HAVEN'T DONE A LOT WITH THEM BUT THEY'RE AROUND:

Myr - semi-canon, the witcher

Raymond - oc, fandomless / western

Ursule - oc, fallout: new vegas

Fred - oc, the outer worlds

Legion - canon, mass effect

IDK IF I SHOULD BRING THEM BACK:

Kaska Tomicka - oc, the witcher | dwarf, artist, fabric dyer, painter, art and literary forger

Mercer - oc, fandomless | hacker, DYI bio enthusiast, biopunk, organ harvester

Sidney - oc, fandomless | salvage diver, pirate, fence, con artist, ordinary thief, the soul of a magpie

Felix Millstone - canon, the outer worlds | dockhand, rebel without a cause, big-time dreamer, sportsball fan

Jolly Shepard - oc, mass effect | lieutenant-commander, spectre, butcher of torfan, savior of the fuckin' galaxy, overworked, dead woman walking

Nika Kader - oc, dragon age | dwarf, ex-general of orzammar's army, ex-queen consort to king endrin aeducan, mother of prince bhelen aeducan, would-be usurper, grey warden, warden-commander of ferelden

Rory Amell - oc, dragon age | human but barely so, blood mage, necromancer, goth, mortalitasi, arch-mistress of the mourn watch, sometimes the hero of ferelden

NEW FACES / POTENTIAL ADDITIONS:

Mike Haywood - oc, far cry 5 | musician and composer, member of project at eden's gate, devoted to faith, angel "herder" and "mc" (he's in charge of the music which controls faith's angels), almost an angel himself

Maddie Kouvatsou - oc, far cry 5 | singer and bass player, repentant sinner (allegedly), ex-member of project at eden's gate, one of the young women who took on the mantle of "faith seed" before rachel jessop, deemed unfit for the role

Sinclair Stoyanov - oc, far cry 5 | prizefighter, boxer, animal liberation front activist,  mama's boy, eden's gate brawler, not a chosen, not a vip, just some guy, although he'd appreciate the promotion, ironically, vegan

Will Douglas - oc, fandomless | zoologist (herpetologist), gator wrangler, wildlife rehabilitator, guitar player, rowdy cowboy without a horse

Arthur Morgan - canon, red dead redemption | you know him, we all know him

#psa #updates #posting this at the ass crack of dawn as always but i'll throw it in the queue a couple of times #i know it's a lot but guess what. lots of love in my heart and thoughts in my head 😔

[meadcwcroft]

#meadcwcroft :: ind. sel. 18+ only oc with original lore. HEAVILY UNDER CONSTRUCTION

PERSONALS DNI. MUTUALS ONLY.

a study in devotion, body horror, religious trauma, generational curses, learned kindess, and the burdens that befall the parents of the chosen one

gabriel || she/they || 25

CONTENT WARNING: body horror, gore, religious imagery, general horror elements, and most nsft things. blogger discretion advised.

interest tracker || memes || headcanons || open starters || wanted plots

rules and about under the cut until i get a carrd made

rules

one. don’t be a dick. all usual rules apply (no godmodding, no bigotry, ect)

two. tag your shit, i’ll tag mine

three. anon hate will not be tolerated.

four. i will not ship silas with any muses under 25. this number may change.

five. i ship chemistry. don’t follow assuming you’ll get a ship.

six. feel free to fuck silas up. the angel cannot be fucked up, but in the immortal words of matt mercer, you can certainly try.

seven. enjoy the boy!

about

name: silas meadowcroft

age: 33

height: 6’4”

species: human possessed by an angel

occupation: verse dependant. blacksmith in main/fantasy verses, welder in modern verses

special abilities: harbors an angel – specifically a virtue – in his chest. when activated, the angel tears through his body and unleashes a holy rage upon the surrounding area. the angel invulnerable, impossibly strong, and difficult to control. it also wields a flaming sword created from silas’ ulna bone. when the angel is deactivated, silas must grow back body system by body system starting with the skeletal system, nervous, ect until he is fully regrown. the process is long, difficult, painful, and leaves silas incredibly vulnerable.

backstory: silas grew up in an unstable home, and spent every night praying to any god that would listen to protect him. one day, an angel answered, and told the boy (then eight) it would protect him if he allowed it into his heart. desperate and not knowing any better, silas allowed the possession. what the boy wasn’t told, however, was that the angel will never leave, and is fueled by a desire to destroy all that’s unholy and resembles injustice. from a young age with no help, silas had to learn to keep the angel within him, and has learned how to keep it under wraps.

when silas was twelve, he and four other children were chosen for a process called the god cycle: every generation, five children are selected to fight the child god – an abomination that will bring the end of all things if released. no group has ever survived, and only by silas losing grip on the angel and turning it loose, did he and one other survive. they were not praised, and were instead shunned. the children had always died when facing the child god, and silas and the other – a witch named johanna – surviving was seen as an omen. silas was banished from his home, and johanna shunned by her coven. both went their separate ways

eventually, silas settled down, got married to a witch name sophitia, had two children, lost the eldest to a murderer, got divorced, and got sole custody of the youngest. determined to be a good father to his remaining daughter, silas gave her all he could. her happiness became his reason for living.

until the day she was chosen for the god cycle. now he, along with johanna and the families of the other four children, must find a way to put the child god down for good. no one else’s children will die if he can help it.

personality: silas is a very serious man, but has his goofy moments (though they are rare.) he is distrusting, but when that trust is earned, he is fiercely loyal and devoted. once his favor is lost, however, its lost forever. on the surface he seems very grumpy and stoic, but deep down, he’s still the scared boy who made a deal that ruined his life.

#pinned post

[vampyfish09]

From top to bottom all my beloved! (And their pronouns)

Fen

He/they ( Nonbinary)

Bi with masc-leanings

Ballet Dancer

They're married to Rosario (exclusive relationship)

Incubui (was Fae before death)

Rosario

He/him (cis-gender)

Gay

Romance writer

He's married to Fen

Vampire, turned at the age of 35 some time in the Italian Renaissance

Mara

Any non-masc pronouns

Aromantic lesbian

Painter

Partners with Eva

Vampire, older than Rosario, turned at the age 37

Evangeline (Eva)

She/it (gender ambiguous)

Greysexual and panromantic

Companion to Mara

Angel of forgiveness, sent to earth to aid Mara

Dominik (Domi)

He/they (transmasc and non-binary)

Demi-sexual, polyamorous

Employer and tentatively crushing on Adri

Vampire, relatively younger compared to Mara and Rosario but older than Anabel, turned at 23

Adri

She/her/he/him (genderfluid)

Effectively Pansexual

Butler to Domi and is also crushing on Domi

Human (surprised aren't you!)

He and Domi do get accepted into The Polycule later on

Valente

He/him/demon (cisgender with neo-pronouns)

Bisexual, polyamorous

Incubui (no death involved)

Studying for a communications major

In The Polycule, mostly attached to Amor and Anabel, but eventually also attracting Domi to him

Amorette (Amor)

Xe/xem/they/them(agender/ gender apathetic)

Omnisexual, polyamorous

Studying for a major in education

Human

A murderous psychopath

In The Polycule, attached to Valente and Anabel

Anabel

She/they/it (gender apathetic)

Panromantic and polyamorous, graysexual

A "lifetime" scholar

Vampire, the second youngest

in The Polycule attached to Valente, Amor, and Ruby

The house she bought houses and gets expanded for The Polycule

Ruby

She/her (transfem)

Lesbian, polyamorous

A supremely talented lawyer

Vampire, the youngest, turned by Anabel after Ruby got fatality ill due to overworking

In the polycule, attached to Anabel and adored by Amor, and stalked by Mercer

Not pictured!

Mercer

They/them/it (gender apathetic)

Lesbian, asexual

Mute, due to the traumatic circumstances of their embrace

Vampire, older than Domi but not by much

Comes back from the "long slumber" underground and stalks Ruby, who brings them to The Polycule's home and insists that Mercer stays with them

Only interested in Ruby, but will take the offered meals from Amor and Valente

Is actually an rdo oc i transferred because I just love them too much

And the picrew link!

#incubus oc #fen #rosario #mara #ruby #anabel #amorette #valente #evangeline #Dominik #adri #EVERYONE! #picrew #basics post #everyone is an adult! #rdonline

[lacemenace]

kinlist

this is huge!

otherkin

wolves

angels

faeries

changelings

androids

aliens

giants

zombie

tabby cats

dogs

dolls - teddy bears & fashion dolls

ghosts

vampires

bees - coping

dinos - copinglink

fictionkin & songkin

crybaby - k-12 album

shoyo ishida - a silent voice

denki - my hero academia

todoroki - my hero academia

dawn harper - nicky ricky dicky & dawn

draco malfoy - JUST ME - DNI DOUBLES

eleven - stranger things - JUST ME - DNI DOUBLES

jude - the fosters - on season 2!

suga - haikyuu - haven’t finished yet

beast boy - teen titans go + comics

heesung - given taken music video

carlos de vil - ID - descendants

evie - higher- descendants

arthur curry - aquaman + comics - medium kin

angela moss - medium kin

badlands by halsey

misha - oc

ice bear - we bare bears

charlie spring - heartstopper - tv

alexander lightwood - the mortal instruments movies

anakin skywalker - just me - no doubles

austin moon - austin & ally - JUST ME - NO DOUBLES

hunter 🐾 - nonfandom or teen wolf

baby - baby driver - a mix of both spiritual & coping

justin foley - 13 reasons why

sayori - doki doki literature club

landon callahan & piper callahan - no fandom

lexi caford - OC

mason and lucy - no fandom

peter parker - spider-man mcu + comics - NO DOUBLES

Philip “Lip” gallagher - shameless us - so far just coping

spencer reid - criminal minds - no doubles

spot - across the spiderverse

tyler - mako mermaids

alexander chase davenport - lab rats - highest

chase davenport - lab rats - higher kin

silco - arcane

jinx - arcane - highest kin

a bunch of characters - andi mack

aaron hotchner - the hotchner kids - ao3

adrien agreste - stopped at s3ep26 the miracle queen

antonio madrigal - encanto

alex standall - 13 reasons why

ender - enders game film

alex mercer - julie and the phantoms

luke patterson - julie and the phantoms

most of the cells - cells at work

alfie lewis - house of anubis

alice kingsley - tim burton 2011

ally - austin and ally - doubles iffy

america chavez - mcu - lowest kin

andi cruz - every witch way - low kin

andre kriegman - zero day au

cal gabriel - zero day - higher kin

kazuha - genshin impact

bakugo - my hero academia au

COPING KINS

derek morgan - criminal minds - body dysphoria - highest coping kin

grizzly bear - we bare bears - a mix of coping and spiritual - pet regression

bears - otherkin - lgbt + unlearning toxic masculinity

nerd - boyfriends fictionkin - haircare struggles

deku - my hero academia

icarus - greek mythology - please just let apollo adore me!

mason “dipper” pines - i want to be adored + paranoia episodes

maze - malcom in the middle oc

sam winchester - mostly coping - i need to eat more salads

adam davenport - lab rats

camilo madrigal - encanto

pepa madrigal - encanton

amethyst - steven universe

kaz + oliver short - mighty med

chonghyun - genshin impact

enid sinclair - wednesday

killua - hxh - started s1ep6

questioning kin:

jane — twilight

meredith grey — greys anatomy

hunter - the owl house

unknown - the big bang theory

unknown pirate - our flag means death

captain hook - book + once upon a time

synpath:

vi - arcane

#kin list #otherkin #giant kin #canon calls #kin community

[starfiresyugiohocs]

OC Profile: Kat

Full Name: Katherine Grace Mercer. Nicknames: Kat, Katie (by her father and uncle), Katiedid (by her father), Kitty Girl (by Max), Kitty (by her sister), Kit-Kat. Aliases: Kat Pegasus, The Angel of Duel Monsters, Dueling Angel. Nationality: American ½ French. Birthplace: Creightonsville, Tennessee. Gender: Female (she/her). Sexuality: Bisexual. Age: 16-18 years old. Birthday: May 16th. Star Sign: Taurus. Occupation: Vice President of Industrial Illusions; High School Student; Pro Duelist. Voice Claim: Cherami Leigh.

Hair Color: Brown. Hairstyle: Upper-to-mid back length, wavy, bangs that part and frame either side of her forehead. Eye Color: Green. Skintone: Fair, tans in the summer. Notable Features: Nostril piercing, freckles on her cheeks, collarbone, chest and arms. Has a scar on her knee from a horse riding incident. Almost always has her nails done. Wardrobe Style: Always up to date on the latest fashion trends. Wears a lot of pinks, reds and some lavenders. Loves a good plaid skirt and knee high or thigh high sock combo. Very bold in her fashion, though sometimes he prefers are more cutesy style, it just depends on her mood. Loves any excuse to wear her plethora of vibrantly colored cowboy boots. Accessories: Always wears the gold heart shaped locket with roses on it that Cecelia gave her. Likes to accessorize with a bracelet, rings, funky earrings, whatever the mood calls for.

Personality: Very competitive and passionate about whatever she throws herself into, and especially Duel Monsters. Really plays up the big bubbly, excitable, mischievous and determined personality, especially out in public, she can’t let it be known that anything bothers her. Is a very quick thinker and loves getting to strategize and piece things together for herself. Super into organizing and planning, always tries to have everything all set for any occasion and is definitely the one to go to if you're planning any event. Very loving and kind, especially to those she truly values as part of her life and would literally do anything for those she cares about or for people in need, though this self sacrificing nature can also be equally as self destructive for herself. She’s also incredibly stubborn and doesn’t give up on the matters she sees as worth it. Has a harder time being truly vulnerable around people; hates anyone seeing her cry or letting people know that they’ve gotten to her. Is definitely a little feisty when she wants to be. Dramatic as hell. Hobbies: Baking (especially cookies!!), playing Duel Monsters, DND and other TTRPGs, streaming video games, doing tiktok trends, singing along to the radio, shopping, horseback riding, giving makeovers, running the shipboard with her friends. Habits/Mannerisms: Pacing when she's nervous, humming, sitting on counters/desks, nail tapping when she's focused, twirling the ends of her hair (especially when feeling bashful), "Add to Cart" depression. Likes: Dolly Parton, magical girl shows, squishmallows, Sanrio, Funny Bunny, quality time with her family and her dog, fashion, cute things, the great outdoors, binge watching shows for the millionth time, flower gardens. Dislikes: Core curriculum math, people who use their status to hurt others, low rise jeans, the paparazzi, getting lead in circles in a conversation, crowds, soap operas. Favorite Food: Medium-rare steak. Least Favorite Food: Literally anything with pumpkin in it.

Deck: Plant types. Signature Card(s): Fallen Angel of Roses, Queen Angel of Roses. Ranking: Has kept a slot in the Top 5 rankings pretty consistently since she started Dueling.

Parents: Mason Mercer, Evangeline "Evie" Davenport-Mercer (deceased). After the death of her mother and supposed death of her father, her Aunt, Chelsea Griffin and Uncle, Vance Griffin, became her legal guardians. Sibling(s): Cecelia Pegasus (older sister, deceased), Maximillion J. Pegasus (brother-in-law), Maddox Griffin (technically her cousin, sees him as her older brother). Extended Family: See family tree here. Pet(s): A German Shepherd named Lola, along with her Aunt and Uncle's other German Shepherds (Nova, Chance, Bear and Piper). Love Interest(s): Bakura, Seto Kaiba. Extensive Relationships: See post here (coming soon).

History:

Grew up in Creightonsville as the younger of the two sisters.

Dealt with her parents fighting a lot in their marriage, especially as Cecelia got sicker, as well as her mother's distance and neglect towards her, and her never ending screaming matches and put downs of a lot of the other family members.

Experienced a lot of familial loss very early on in her life and repeatedly so -- first with the Gayles (dear family friends, with Jonathan Gayle being her father's best friend), then with her cousins the Knightons along with Max's parents on the Harmonia, then her father, sister, mother and eventually her grandfather as well.

Her Aunt and Uncle got custody of her after Evie's death and raised her.

Her family also would end up desperately fighting the courts to try and get custody of Raphael after he got back from the islands, having to deal with the Allard side of the family and all communication to him being cut off and denied. After he was thrown out, they still did everything they could to find him.

When Max created Industrial Illusions, Kat became the beta tester for the game, along with being named the heir apparent for the company.

Met Seto and Mokuba at a party when they were 12 years old, and developed a little bit of a crush on Seto. This would bloom into years long rivalry after he took over KaibaCorp and could actually get into Dueling, as she could never beat him and it drove her up a wall.

Was recently named Vice President of I2 at the time the fic starts at the age of 16.

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Time to make some proper profiles for the ygo ocs! So, we'll start off with Kat!

Name: Katherine Grace Mercer. Nicknames: Kat, Kit-Kat, Kitty-Kat, Kitty Girl (by Max), Kitty (by Cecelia), Katie (by Wes and Mason), Katiedid (by Mason). Aliases: Kat Pegasus. Nationality: American. Birthplace: Creightonsville, Tennessee. Age: 16-17 years old. Birthday: May 9th. Gender: Cis female; she/her pronouns. Sexuality: Pansexual. Occupation: Professional Duelist, Domino High Student (after moving to Domino), Vice President of Industrial Illusions. Ideal V.A,: Megan Hilty.

Hair Color: Brown. Hair Style: Long, mid back length, very floofy and with tons of volume, very thick. Has some natural wave to it. Bangs part at the center and frame her face. Eye Color: Green. Skintone: Fair, with warm undertones. Height: 5'6". Build: More of a triangular body shape with lean muscle in her arms and legs. Notable Features: Splatter of freckles across her cheeks, nose, shoulders, arms and chest; nostril piercing on her right nostril and pierced ears; small scar on the side of her head from an incident when she was a child (her hair for the most part now covers it up and she uses the ribbon in her hair to help). Outfits: Full guide can be found here. Accessories: With every outfit, she wears the ribbon in her hair and the gold heart locket with roses that Cecelia gifted her. She typically wears other accessories, i.e. chokers, rings, bracelets, etc, that are more customized to every outfit!

Overall Personality: Very competitive and passionate about whatever she throws herself into, and especially Duel Monsters. Really plays up the big bubbly, excitable and determined personality, especially out in public, she can't let it be known that anything bothers her. Is a very quick thinker and loves getting to strategize and piece things together for herself. Very loving and kind, especially to those she truly values as part of her life and would literally do anything for those she cares about or for people in need, though this self sacrificing nature can also be equally as self destructive for herself. She's also incredibly stubborn and doesn't give up on the matters she sees as worth it. Has a harder time being truly vulnerable around people; hates anyone seeing her cry or letting people know that they've gotten to her. Is definitely a little feisty when she wants to be. Dramatic as hell. Hobbies: Baking cookies, playing Duel Monsters, DND and other TTRPGs, streaming video games, doing tiktok trends, singing along to the radio, shopping, horseback riding. Likes: Dolly Parton, magical girl shows, squishmallows, Sanrio, Funny Bunny, quality time with her family and her dog, bingewatching shows for the millionth time, flower gardens. Dislikes: Core curriculum math, people who use their status to hurt others, low rise jeans, the paparazzi, getting lead in circles in a conversation, crowds, soap operas. Favorite Food: Medium-rare steak. Least Favorite Food: Anything with pumpkin.

Parents: Mason Mercer and Evangeline "Evie" Davenport-Mercer (deceased); Vance and Chelsea Griffin (godparents / adoptive parents). Sibling(s): Cecelia Pegasus (older sister; deceased), Maximillion Pegasus (brother-in-law/older brother figure), Maddox Griffin (godbrother / adoptive older brother). Extended Family: Wesley "Wes" Mercer (paternal uncle), Josie Mercer (paternal grandmother), Bo Mercer (paternal grandfather, deceased), Lilith and Robert Knighton (first cousins once removed, deceased; credit to @kohakuhime), Edith and Pierre Allard (first cousins once removed, also credit to Kohaku), Raphael Knighton (second cousin), Sonia and Julian Knighton (second cousins, deceased). Pet(s): Lola (German Sheperd; also an ESA and guard dog). Best Friend(s): Ellie Munroe (credit to Kohaku), Iris McGinnis, Ryou Bakura, Miho Nonaka, Tomoya Hanasaki. Love Interest(s): Bakura/Yami Bakura, Seto Kaiba.

Deck: Plant Types. Signature/Ace Card(s): Fallen Angel of Roses and Queen Angel of Roses

Backstory:

Born to an Olympic Equestrian and an actress.

Her older sister was diagnosed with her illness when Kat was about 3.

Grew up trying to keep her sisters spirits high and the two having this beautiful and inseparable bond with each other, especially in the face of their parents marriage troubles they did their best to keep from the girls, and their mothers narcissitic and controlling tendencies.

Grew up with her cousins whenever they got to visit and was especially close to her cousin, Sonia, they were best friends.

Played a very early, early prototype to Duel Monsters, before it was ever Duel Monsters, in the hospital rooms her sister frequented.

Lost a lot of her family within a year of each other; the Harmonia sinking, then Mason passing away in a car accident, then Cecelia and then Evangeline. Would be adopted by her godparents, who the will dictated were to take her in the event anything happened to her parents; the agreement was decided as the best move by both them, Maximillion and Wes.

Moved to San Francisco with her godparents, Maddox, her nieces and Max when Industrial Illusions properly started up.

Got to beta test Duel Monsters for her big brother and competed and won in the very first tournament.

Continued the tournament circuit, making time for her family as much as she could.

Met Kaiba at a tournament and they quickly became dedicated rivals and her goal has been to beat him some day, as he was the only person she had never beaten before.

Is with Max when he gets the news that Kaiba has been defeated and she's more upset that somebody beat him before she did than anything else; though, there is definitely quite a bit of surprise when she goes to try and figure out who this Yugi kid is and finds he himself has an Item like the one Max has as a fake eye.

Goes to Duelist Kingdom to watch, since she was barred from competing, and begins to uncover more than she could have ever imagined.

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angelina ‘angel’ mercer in the best part [1/2]

Angel Mercer had one constant wish throughout her recent birthdays, and on her sweet sixteenth, it came true; she died.

Life hadn’t been particularly kind. Her parents expected her to follow into their footsteps, and not wanting to disappoint them, she told herself that she couldn’t afford to make mistakes. All she cared about was her grades and being on top of her classes, just so her little brother doesn’t have to and could live his life the way he wanted. And then, she realized that they both wanted the same thing ― to make music.

But with all that pressure on her shoulders, it was no surprise that she just wanted it all to end. In the time being, she showed Alex and his band nonstop support and how happy she was for him. Until he came out to their parents and they never looked at him the same again; that was when she knew she had enough. Angel defended her brother and spit her parents’ high expectations on their faces by joining his band and chasing her dreams with Alex and his quirky best friends that she grew to love.

She found herself a life worth living, a life where the people in it were worth living for ― and it was taken all away in the form of a slippery floor.

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The Anatomy of Melancholy 80: Déjà Rêvé

Table of Contents. Third Instar, Chapter 11. Go to previous. Go to next. TWs: Unreality, and allusions to smutty self-insert fictive and erotic habits, and the parasitic entomophilia and teratophilia therein. (Now with a complimentary full-color two-page comic sequence!)

(As always, comments, kudos, etc. are all greatly, greatly appreciated!)

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‘ “Fact should be remembered—but dreams?” She shivered. “. . . Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.” ’ -- Spider Robinson’s “Melancholy Elephants”

‘Choly had adopted the aluminum kitchen table for a work desk, with his Rexton Nova front and center. It took the better part of yesterday afternoon to rid the gummed up escapement of the improvised ink from his last major writing session in Lexington, but he now sat in his orthotics and bathrobe ready to commence work with a pristine, fresh ribbon. He set a halved manila folder in the platen, and tapped the glass tombstone keys with a bated touch. Sipping at his hot black coffee with a lilting murmur, he fingered through his Merrick Index and the MKExceed Papers to get his bearings. His immediate task radiated outward not unlike the research sprawl which soon engulfed the tabletop.

Today threatened to be productive.

Amid his momentum drafting a drugstore catalogue sheet for Liam, a smile snagged him reminiscing the incident which had precipitated the gunk he’d cleaned from the writing device. In Lexington, he had salvaged the remains of a RadRoach that had attacked him, out of abstract reflex, only later to have substituted its dark, oleous guts for ink when he lacked a viable ribbon cartridge. A composite medium enhanced for him the meaningfulness of the original draft of his ficlet ‘Fly-Blown,’[1] ergodic in nature spanning graphite, keystroke, and kinetic stenography. Existing in layers, the insect eclosed itself from scrabbled pharmacological fumes, undid itself in bruised typeface smeared purpureous in insectoid gore, writhed free in the potpourri of larval punctuation choreographed by wandering gestures tangled up in a certain erotic nihilism. Much like himself, the insect did not know to which era or genre it belonged. He missed the ability to appreciate all the nuance to a scene crafted in this collaged fashion--where any part of him might become an insect, if even vicariously, to the end he would lose sight of any meaningful ratio of demarcation in becoming. He continued to resent Jared for ruining an otherwise perfectly good time for him.

Taking inspiration from his memory of methodology, perhaps he worked best in a multi-media endeavor, this time without gluing shut the encasement again for his effort. To the Rexton Nova, he relegated his pharmacy work, and to a holotape in his Pip-Boy 3000 Mark IV via gesture capture, his creative dabbling. He loosened enough to change the language settings for bilingual capture. With the downfall of the DIA all but confirmed for him, he could speak freely without fear of wrong impressions, missteps, or slips of the tongue, and he no longer babysat a piece of military property--this was his Pip-Boy. It would take some practice and trial and error to learn the Pip-Boy’s gestures for Russian keystrokes, but it also took time and patience and remembering for much of his tongue to return to him at all. These lacunae would fill themselves back in if it killed him.

Neither Berries nor Jet would fuel this writing session: the only Muses he’d invoke in any spirit were the thirteen Tryasovitsy.[2] Marrying elements from his nightmare with the fire and Duchesne[3] with the coherent nonsense he’d transcribed during the Unfolding[4], he toyed with the means to repurpose these concepts into something which could induce other endorphins than simple dread. The parasite he felt he deserved, embodying the parasite he felt he was, writhed inside him in some perverse art-and-life oroboros of self-loathing. He delighted in the notion that he might devise Syringer ammunition from the infested, enzyme-rich blood of mutated mosquitoes, relishing in equal measure both the methodology of preserving the pathogens therein and the fantasy of the paraphilic havoc he could only imagine of such infection. If the insects had grown to match the ecology of this new Wasteland, so too may have one’s filarial or protozoan stowaways. The thought crossed him again, comparing Bloatfly Syringes made with and without the Stimpak standard to Psycho doses, and his brow clammed up. Cyclomorphine could risk suppressing or even destroying such blood-borne Wasteland parasites, but adding a Stimpak to its administration...

It’s so they don’t leave before they finish what they’re here for.

His cervical collar enforced proper posture. Such an orchestration nearly felt ambidextrous at moments. His right hand traced and dug at his Bloodbug scar beneath his left clavicle, and he withdrew into the circular, repetitive motion as though some twisted pledge. Aping at his reference texts in intervals left him aspiring for more than one pair of hands with which to work.

He almost knocked over his coffee when raised voices cut through the front end of the lease, accompanying the rolling door rattling. He trained his ear to the conflict, gripping the Billerica Golf Course mug. Sticks’s presence indicated his return from another resource collection run, but he couldn’t pinpoint the woman’s deep hoarse voice. He heard footsteps skid and thud, and the scuff of textile and metal.

“--The guy’s busy, Bea. You and I can discuss things civilly, just the two of us.”

“Loose me. I’ve given you an earful, but I’m here for the chemist.”

‘Choly produced himself, leaning with his drink in the doorway between front and back end. The checkpoint guard, clad in an intermix of See’s combat armor and other makeshift components, sneered at him and chewed at her cigar-nub. A halo of tension prickled his scalp.

“I take it you’re not here to get a prescription request fulfilled.”

“A pair of wise asses. Either you’re blind to the kind of guy he is, or you’re more alike than I thought. God damn it all, Sticks, a chemist! You got yourself a bonafide chemist!? I will kill you both myself if you so much as think something funny. You got it?”

“Madam,” Angel said from behind them, “we don’t allow death threats in this establishment.”

The silvering woman bristled, but pretended to ignore the robot.

“See’s has been in a wicked fuss over you gentlemen all morning, discussing inclement weather contingency for the new drugstore setting up shop. Knowing that you’re the masterminds behind it, our resolution is non-negotiable. So hear me, and hear me clear. Any time storm conditions are declared, you’re to close shop prior to the Concourse getting into full preparations frenzy. We can’t have folks panic-stockpiling chems. And that weird booth of yours in the Food Court, that’s got to get shut down first, and set back up last. We can’t have folks humoring your grotesque whims trying to afford storm supplies.”

“--Weird booth?” ‘Choly gave her an unimpressed, heavy-lidded double-take. He sipped at his mug. He knew better than to argue.

“I told you,” Sticks told him, “Last night Bledsoe got the blood drive thing prepped to start this morning. Look, we still have a lot of work to put into setting up shop. Was all you needed to drop a goddamn albatross in our lap?”

“The lot of you needs to know exactly where you stand in the Concourse. The Lane is the safest place in The Hinter, and we do everything imaginable to keep it that way. Take notes, chemist. Keep to yourself and keep your word.”

Angel put itself between its owner and the security guard. Sticks and ‘Choly froze, anticipating violence from one of them.

“Madam, you’re hindering operations at present. We may not be open for business just yet, but we’d be glad to do our best to assist you as a customer. Otherwise, we’re glad to escort you on your way.”

Bea glowered at the robot, but it didn’t back down.

“This is the thanks I get for doing my job.” She doubled back to the front door. At the last second, she turned back to point two fingers first at her wild eyes then at the men. “Don’t go disrespecting the force. No tricks, no cons. You live here, you follow the law just like anybody else. You having permission to have this thing in here is not a free pass for you to do whatever the hell you please.”

The stress didn’t trickle out of ‘Choly once she left. With a petulant shuffle he returned to the typewriter to slump into his seat, and tune out Angel and Sticks bantering in the front end. He finished off his coffee, set down the mug, and adjusted the tie of his robe, then scrabbled after where he’d left off. He sputtered a dumb hiss: a raised Pip-Boy capture lever had interjected his pharmaceutical transcript into his erotica, a barely recognizable duplication in some slurred major key. Unlike the chem-inspired, layered results of the ‘Fly-Blown’ writing session, he could not say the blending lent any artistic refinement. Things always tended to get messy when he tried to multitask, and only rarely the mess outweighed the payoff. Out of nothing short of intent frustration, he endeavored to clean up his creative text before he could allow himself to continue any further with his work-related one.

“Have you added me yet?”

‘Choly jerked in place. He glanced up at Sticks grinning at him over his shoulder.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to see you fancy yourself a writer.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “I’m your fantasy catch, right? Shouldn’t I be in your fant--”

“--I’m just blowing off steam.” ‘Choly squared his shoulders to the table. You wouldn’t want to be in these anyway. “If you weren’t being selective about your reading, you’d know I’m doing as requested.”

“Oh, boy, aren’t you, buddy. I don’t know what all that chemist chicken scratch means, but your little diagrams are a dead giveaway you’re up to something. You are screw-loose for that junked up pistol. Getting lovesick for it, since you had to leave it in the trunk?”

The chemist’s face twitched, unsure whether to smile.

“It’s a revolver.”

“Doesn’t matter what kind of gun it started as. Syringer’s a Syringer.” Sticks chuffed and rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets. “Is your Pip-Boy okay, or did you mean to type that garbled mess? Komap hoca he...”

“--Komar nosa ne podtochit.” A breath sliced from ‘Choly’s nostrils. With a repeated circular flourish of two gloved fingers, he flipped page-by-page through his ‘Filarial’ draft. Sooner than remind Sticks that, as of 3000 Mark IV model, Pip-Boys boasted seven alphabets across seventeen languages, he translated. “A mosquito doesn’t... sharpen its nose.”

The more he tried to elucidate the idiom in its context within his fiction, the more his brain skewed. He picked his head up, staring off uncertainly.

“Melano.” ‘Choly turned in his chair to face Sticks, who’d shuffled to his other side now. “How did the mayor know me as Melano?”

Sticks straightened. For a moment, all whimsy drained from him.

“That’s how you introduced yourself. Any other names we should be aware of?”

“--I did not!”

“Did so.”

“--But,”

“Hush. Where did you put that lease?”

Sticks grabbed the Burlington glass from over the kitchen table and rooted in the nightstand by light of it. The not-gold wash shifted, and the air in the room thickened. It didn’t suffocate, oppress, or swelter, but otherwise felt far more fluid than air should. ‘Choly blinked at length to force his eyes into focus. He expected the lights to have flickered, but they remained constant. The red holographic quality of the lighting had evaporated.

“Here. See? You even signed the lease and surety like that.” A pair of bare hands produced the document. The left hand pointed to the collected signatures which concluded it. “...I think.”

‘Choly rubbed at his temple with a grimace. His mind joined in straining as he stared at the unmistakable Cyrillic cursive held out to him. The robe fell off one shoulder, but he didn’t push it back up.

“Melano Evgenievich Kara.” His eyes trailed up when he didn’t recognize those smooth, unscarred hands. “...I don’t...”

He took in of the figure before him. Jaw agape, he removed his glasses, distrusting even eyewear to bolster his Perception.

“Having trouble keeping it all straight?”

In the lime-gold light, before him stood the human Jacob Hawthorne, pristine as ever, now donning a fry cook’s cap in place of the ushanka. The uniform he wore for everyday errands now was crisp and fresh, and lacked any obvious mending. He still possessed the Mark-V Pip-Boy, and now somehow still possessed both hands. He held the lease against his chest and smiled pityingly at ‘Choly. Despite the glamour, his voice remained ghoulishly gravelly.

“Oh, Mindy... What are we going to do with you? You positive the Mentats do anything for whatever these lights are doing to you? Not quite cutting it, if you ask me.”

(A/N: The higher resolution upload is here. Did it like this since you can only in-line images on mobile. Eh.)

‘Choly set down his glasses and shrank down in his seat. His eyes clenched shut. He looked down at his legs and hands, and saw himself in his favorite jumpsuit. He shut his eyes again to fight off mounting tinnitus. The next he opened them, he expected to see the kitchen of their home at 103 Old North Lane. His heart lurched when it continued to be Lease 37 on the Concourse.

His gaze shot back to Jacob, to find him Sticks again. His gaze shot to his hands and legs, to find himself Melancholy again. He frowned meaninglessly. His breath fluttered.

“Are you sure you’re okay staying here?” Sticks’s lyricism gave way to concerned incredulity. Red slowly oozed back into the room’s spectrum. “Maybe we ought to ask Bledsoe about a shrink. I can be tactful about it. He doesn’t have to know I’m asking on your part.”

“What. No. You don’t.” He put his glasses back on to confirm details around him with sufficient sharpness. “You didn’t notice the lights just now? I can’t be the only one who noticed the secretary just disappeared during our meeting with Knott...!”

“I noticed the lights,” a thin, sharp voice said.

They turned to find a tall black man, arms crossed, in the doorway of the apartment half of their lease. The striking young figure wore a mesh chemisette, a pleated skirt with thick leggings, tall boots, and a neat mess of shawls, one of which had wide sleeves. He had his hair tucked flat in a long kerchief. Angel appeared behind him, tendrils tucked tight. When it spoke next, the man flinched.

“Do forgive me, Sir. This gentleman was more insistent than Sergeant Bea that he gain entry. At least he’s been far more civil going about it.”

“Yancy, you’d better have good news showing up like this.” Sticks grunted and pulled up the other kitchen chair to sit in backwards. “Have to doubt it, though.”

The man stood stiff and biting, lower lip jammed into a scowl.

“Word of mouth is there’s a booth in the Food Court paying pulls for human blood. When I asked Gate City Clinic about it, Bledsoe blamed the new chemist and shooed me your direction.” He took ‘Choly’s disorientation for malingering and soured. “Look, my ants are exhibiting behavioral patterns that don’t appear to have any meteorological origin based on my documentation. They’re retracing their steps to obsession. More are appearing at once topside as well. They shouldn’t be this active this far into October. It can’t be a coincidence that they’re acting so strangely when this blood booth has opened.”

Context clues gave way to ‘Choly’s impatient irritation.

“Fuck-me-in-the-mouth. I don’t know how many times I’ve got to explain to people. I’m making Stimpaks.” He sighed loudly and extended a handshake. “So you’re Yancy. I’m the new chemist. You can call me Melancholy.”

Yancy weighed whether to accept it before doing so. His grip threatened the integrity of ‘Choly’s reinforced officer’s glove.

“Stimpaks?” Yancy’s tone softened a great deal, though his air held firm and acerbic. “The prewar medication?”

“Stimpaks. Stimulation Delivery Package. Ten milliliter pneumatic dose of distilled human healing factor. Soon to be available by prescription at a Gate City Drugs near you.”

“If your ants cared about the blood booth,” Sticks supposed, “wouldn’t they congregate there? That thing only opened just this morning. I’ve seen multiple ants inside today, but none of them were in the food court.”

“I believe Yancy would be suggesting they’re repelled by the scent of blood.”

“...No, actually. I wasn’t.” Yancy’s angular features tightened. “The nest has been behaving this way for almost two weeks now, but it’s far more extreme in the past two days. If it’s not the blood... then what could possibly explain it?”

“A storm that doesn’t match prior patterns? Didn’t you say you noticed the lights just now, too?”

As the supposition escaped ‘Choly, his inquisitiveness crumpled into dread.

“No, no.” Yancy leapt to debunk him. “These behaviors aren’t meteorological in nature. Something’s disrupted their farming habits. My hunch was that an easy food source surpassed one they must work for... I don’t like that Sticks is right. I’m right back to square one.” He sighed. “Burlington glass shifts colors all the time. You get used to it.”

Sticks couldn’t entirely quieten the pleasantry of hearing he was right, no matter the implications. ‘Choly sublimated into snark, meanwhile, incredulous Yancy would in any way dismiss what had just occurred as normal.

“Are there any other ways we can be deeply unhelpful to you?”

‘Choly had noticed the near-audible mathematical clicking in Yancy’s brain.

“Round back to your purpose in all this. You’re able to make Stimpaks. You’ll provide them for Satellites.”

Sticks started to stand up.

“We will n--”

“--We intend to provide them on a prescription basis.” ‘Choly glared at Sticks, who sat back down. “Anyone with a GCC prescription can buy them.”

“What damn thumb has Bledsoe got you pinned under? The Lane needs medical supplies, access to the Concourse be damned.” Yancy’s eyes wilded. “What can a Satellite do after curfew? Wait until morning?”

“...You’re asking for me to prop up a hospital, too, then?”

“No.” Snubbing the whole prospect, Sticks adjusted his ushanka. “You’re asking for Gate City Drugs to hedge its involvement in local politics. We haven’t got control over See’s curfew, and only an idiot butts heads with them on purpose.”

Yancy glared at him.

“The Satellites rely so heavily on home remedies to close the gap in our medical care, but nothing measures up to the healing properties of a Stimpak. And I can guarantee that the mall walls protect its inhabitants from a majority of the types of injuries and ailments that befall us. We require medical provisions just as much as Laners--if not even more.”

‘Choly appreciated the second perspective, but hated he hadn’t received anything of the sort until now.

“Bledsoe... Liam has no intention of using Stimpaks, script or no, my urging or no. I’m making them partly for my own medical care, but I’m making way more than I need for myself. Prewar drugstores had over-the-counter merchandise. I don’t see why something as universally relevant as a Stimpak should require a script.“

“How much do you intend to charge for them?”

“If you want them,” Sticks said, “we need to cut an agreement. They’re thirty each. We’ll sell them to you by the case. After that, what you do with them outside the Concourse is your business.“

In the whirlwind of wits and remnants of shrillness in his ears from before, ‘Choly’s head swam. He knew Sticks wouldn’t bother with the math when he could just get ‘Choly to.

“Twenty to a case would make it... six hundred pulls?”

Yancy mulled over the proposition.

“Reasonable. Respectable. I’m confident that we can pool the funds to purchase in bulk from you this way.” He approached Sticks, who stood again, and extended a handshake. “Can I have your word the price is fixed until I can discuss this matter with my neighbors?”

Sticks connected with a vigorous handshake.

“Six hundred pulls for a twenty-dose case of Stimpaks.”

‘Choly met the affirmation in kind, stabilizing his shoulder all the while not to be shaken apart. ‘Choly still ended up rolling his shoulder a bit regardless. Their first sale would repay over half the value of their surety, provided it panned out.

“There’s more to this than just neighborhood good will, isn’t there?”

Yancy locked eyes with him. Rapping knuckles to his left leg produced a hollow, wooden sound. His brow wagged once, and he stood fully upright again.

“Bledsoe and I aren’t on the best terms. Like many Laners, he’s stuck in his own ways. To everyone’s detriment. He could have saved my leg five years ago, if he’d used Stimpaks.” His shoulders softened. “He’s never extended medical care outside mall walls before, house calls or otherwise. You’re new here, though. And on your word, you want to do the right thing. There’s hope yet you can arrive at a deeper understanding of the people who live at the Lane, inside and out.”

‘Choly fidgeted a bit.

“...You’re the man to ask, I’d imagine. I’ve wondered all this time what would it take to get an ant or two for a pet. If they’re obedient, I’m sure they can be trained to do just about anything. I imagine they’d be very good helper animals. I don’t get around too well.”

Yancy’s impeccable posture crashed down, and he couldn’t help but curl his lip in a snarling sneer of disappointment.

“They’re trained, not domesticated. Don’t confuse the two. And they can’t be bought. They live here just the same as the rest of us.”

The meteorologist let himself out, to meter his disappointment that ‘Choly had probably not heard a word he’d said.

Sticks slapped his knees and pushed off to stand with a grunt.

“Well then. If you’ll excuse me, Angel and I need to play stock boy with all that stuff up front. Provided you do want your cooking setup well-stocked.”

“Calling it cooking casts a certain illegitimacy to Mister Carey’s craftsmanship,” Angel chastised. “He is a highly skilled chemist.”

“We’ve all got our talents,” Sticks sleazed, nudging Angel along.

‘Choly looked around contemptuously. Nose hiked up, he shuffled his papers around and scrutinized the handwritten portion of his notes.

“Anyone ELSE need to barge in uninvited to bother me?” ‘Choly asked no one. “Good. Now leave me alone so I can write!”

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1 ‘Fly-Blown.’ First Instar, Chapter 10. ‘Choly’s first time letting himself write since 2077. Explicit CWs for parasitic entomophilia and auto-necrophilic ideations, as well as it being a heavy drug use chapter.

2 Tryasovitsy. ТРЯСОВИЦЫ. Thirteen spirits of disease and physical ailment. ‘Choly named his Nagant Syringer revolver after them, wherein a certain amount of randomized probability factors into what type of ammunition is fired, depending on his memory and his ability to check the barrel first. I think at one point I was going to call the revolver Pandora. Nah. (I realize I’ve never extrapolated on this... Until now.)

3 ‘Hellfire.’ Second Instar, Chapter 4. ‘Choly’s fever dream during his night convalescing from a Bloodbug stab through the ribcage. A lot of the nightmare sequence references nightmares he had in First Instar. CWs for lascivious themes, decomposition, parasitic entomophilia, coprophobia, mysophobia, as well as allusions to That One Scene in First Instar.

4 ‘Relativity.’ Second Instar, Chapter 25. ‘Choly, supervising Voire, transcribes The Unfolding into his Pip-Boy amid a major PTSD episode. CWs for major body horror and gore, a major dissociative episode, drug use, a settlement orgy, multiple implied deaths, mention of ambiguous animal death/cruelty.

Gonna stop before I Navidson Record my smuts.

#fallout fanfic #fallout 4 fanfic #sole survivor #the anatomy of melancholy #melancholy #sticks #sergeant bea #yancy mercer #ghoul oc #let's have fun in new hampshire #mister handy #angel #mister handy oc

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Gabrielle Lavallée🥀

#four brothers fanfic #four brothers fanfics #four brothers #my ocs #ocs #oc #gabrielle #gabrielle lavallee #gabrielle x jack #jack mercer #jack mercer fanfic #the old jukebox #evelyn mercer #bobby mercer #angel mercer #jeremiah mercer #john singleton #fanfics

[water-writings]

✋ and 👉 + the oc of your choice!

I’m going to choose my Four Brothers OC Alex because @nightwingshero and I have been talking too much about the movie and I love that movie to no ends.

So I think the first one is supposed to be the high five one because I don’t see this hand on the list. 

🖐️ - high fives, yes or no?

Alex definitely high fives, she can be an energetic person and she also grew up with the Mercer brothers who almost always either give her a high five or a hug since she was little. 

👉 - does your character gesture to draw someone's attention to other people/things? are they likely to notice if they get pointed at? if they don't point, what's another gesture they might use?

Alex is subtle. Unlike Bobby or Angel she’s subtle about her gestures. Her and Jack tend to just make eye contact and just communicate through eye movements. Like rolling their eyes at Bobby’s antics or gesturing at one of the other brothers with their eyes to signal something or another.

#oc: alex grayson #four brothers oc #bobby mercer #jack mercer #angel mercer #four brothers #oc ask game #thank you for the ask! #witchofinterest

[berternies]

Title: to be caught adrift

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Pairing: Alex/Willie

Rating: T  

Summary:

“Can I show you something?"

Or

A piece of the past, brought into the present.

#hi i wrote a jatp fic <3 it’s barely coherent and i think that’s very cool of me actually #julie and the phantoms #jatp #alex mercer #willie jatp #willex #alex x willie #speak again bright angel #my writing #fanfic #my fic #first non-d20 fic on ao3 babey! #and yes all of my fics except the poem collection Do involve autistic hcs bc i have to write characters as autistic or i will die #jatp is making me feel at least a little more motivated to create content and i’m very happy about it <3 #i accidentally essentially created two ocs for this fic 😭 they don’t have real characterization in the fic but they do in my head #anyway! read my fic <3